Depravity (2001)
I would rust away
if only all the urges
never read those
sordid languages
or fingered Pleasure,
and moaned out "Mother."
Watch as your garden bed pants and drools,
Shaking and drunk...
Get it true, petal:
One knife.
"What do you mean 'we'?"
Mad, frantic, languid, delicate.
Her skin shines like a diamond.